Shade

Dragging every fucking chain, cold and fucking pointless, 'til my hands bleed a
trail
Until I beat my knuckles bare
I want nothing, I feel nothing
Only constant disappointment and a step that’s hard and cruel
I want shelter, I want shade
Every breath is like pushing anvils from my chest
Sleeping with an anxious tremor
It holds me and it speaks for me
Pain is all I have in life
Take your shelter, find your shade underneath the reaper’s hood
I want nothing
Life is the enemy